LO, I am dying! And to feel the King Of Terrors fasten on me, steeps all sense Of life, and love, and loss, and everything, In such deep calms of restful indolence, His keenest fangs of pain are sweet to me As fused kisses of mad lovers' lips When, flung shut-eyed in spasmed eclipse, And so thank God with ever-tightening lids! But what I see, the soul of me forbids All utterance of; and what I hear and feel, The rattle in my throat could ill reveal Though it were music to your ears as to Mine own. -- Press closer -- closer -- I have grown So great, your puny arms about me thrown Seem powerless to hold me here with you; -- I slip away -- I waver -- and -- I fall -- Christ! What a plunge! Where am I dropping? All My breath bursts into dust -- I can not cry -- I whirl -- I reel and veer up overhead. And drop flat-faced against -- against -- the sky -- Soh, bless me! I am dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 24. THE STREET by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL REUBEN BRIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GARDEN DAYS: 2. NEST EGGS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |